"The Defilers"

Review By: Giggles

 

I like watching Creature-Feature-Double-Feature DVDs. So much in fact, I rarely bother to read the description of the movie's content-- I just know it'll be bad enough to be good, or cheesy enough to be great.

Well, I got a movie from Netflix called THE DEFILERS, thinking it would probably be about some aliens defiling the planet earth or something along those lines. I never dreamed in my naive twenty-seven year old mind that this defilement involved violent sex and misogyny. But this is a bizarre, disturbing, and surprisingly captivating film. As cruel as its subject matter is, your eyes are stapled to the screen. It's just, just, so wrong!!

I'll run through the general story and if you haven't seen this scummy little gem yet, don't worry about the "spoiler" factor; this isn't likely to be at videostores and Netflix always has it marked as a "long wait." Plus, the plot isn't exactly what you would call innovative... this is a porn movie for sadomasochists.

This is Carly's first infraction, a nice little switcheroo to the hinder.

The movie starts with a long-winded credit sequence, accompanied by a cello bassline, that shows Carly and his friend Jamie picking up a car-load of women and then taking them to the beach. Once there, Carly immediately begins a rampage through woman-hating that runs unparalleled with anything I've ever seen in a movie. First, he swats a girl in the ass with a stick because he feels like it.

Second Infraction listed on the Resume of Carl Walker Jr: He pours perfectly good beer on a resting beach bunny.

After a little rough wrestling in the ocean, Carly goes back to the gathering and pours a tall-boy all over Jamie's honey-bunch. You see, Carly wanted her to move out of the way so he could lay down next to Jamie and talk. This is actually a rarity of decorum with Carly; he's being polite by spilling beer on her head, rather than kicking dirt in her eyes.

"There's only one thing in this crumby square-infested life that counts. KICKS!"

After Carly lays down, he begins ruminating about how his father wants him to amount to something. It turns out that Carly comes from a rich overbearing family, which has oppressed him and subsequently ushered him into the rankings of the supreme "defiler." All his father really wants is to have a responsible, hard working son, but all Carly really wants is kicks. Just kicks, baby!

3rd Infraction: Burning a girl with a cigarette. I think the Devil was pissed off the day he created Carly.

Later on that night, Carly decides to burn a girl with his cigarette and have a good laugh over it. At this point, his friend Jamie is only rolling his eyes, but the conflict will soon develop between them. But really, stop a moment, what kind of friend would allow this to go on? Jamie, clearly, has to be somewhat evil himself, just not as fucked-up evil as his friend. Carly should get together with that guy from "Bully" and have a tankard or two.

Moments like these make watching the Defilers more bareable.

Carly and Jamie go off with their women and begin to make out, while two other women go skinny-dipping (gladly illustrated above and below). While Carly is loving on his girl, he proceeds to bite her leg viciously-- I'm not making this up.

And moments like these aren't have bad either... Roachito commented that the girl attached to these titties is pretty cute. Shortstick and I confirmed this with an "aye-aye."

 

While we are lenient at Youngmanridge, we do point out cottage-cheese butts when we see them.

When the beach scene ends we're introduced to a sub-plot of a young woman moving to Hollywood in search of a modeling or acting career. She moves into an apartment for fifty bucks a month, and her landlord just so happens to be Carly and Jamie's reefer dealer. We spend some more boring scenes with the young woman, who walks the streets and takes in the sights of the exciting new city. This is all seemingly shot with the steady hand of a ninety-year old guy who forgot his jagermeister flask at home.

"This is my little dungeon where I keep all of my love prisoners, and I put the snatch on you! Hahahaha!"

Carly takes one of the women from the beach to what he calls his "little dungeon." Yeah, more like "The Den of Defilement," a.k.a., Carly's Hotbed of Evil. Carly tells her that he has put "the snatch" on her, signifying that there is no other recourse but to fuck him.

The woman is loose, obviously, but she does believe in the female setting the rules of engagement. She tells Carly that she thinks his dungeon is a dump and that SHE decides when they have sex. In mid-bitch-out Carly slaps her clear out of the feminist rant.

4th Infraction: Slaps a woman for mouthing off. Note the precision and form Carly has with the backhand. This isn't an inherently learned trait. This takes years to master correctly. That, and a ton of evil. A ton!

Recently I watched this film for the third time. It isn't a movie some will want to watch even once, and I don't really blame them for that conviction. But I cannot discount the surge of laughing that comes over me with this violent-erotica. It scares me how people can get-off on this stuff, yet, reminding yourself this is only a movie, there is a sick humor beyond the trashiness.

As I screened this again for a third round, I noticed that the effect of Carly's unexpected slap still holds true every time you watch it. His hand comes out of nowhere and almost makes the audience member see stars by how quick it moves. Carly indeed has some demonic prowess over normal mortals.

Carly's legs have actually pretzeled in his follow-through for the ultimate bitch-slap of all time.

Consider the joy on his face as he chases the feminist down. Rape is all fun and games to Carly.

If Carly's pants were any tightier they'd be his skin.

The fun continues as Carly gives the woman what he calls "good ol' fashioned discipline."

What happens next is even more shocking. Carly spanks the woman over and over, making her cry out in agony, and then he begins to slow his hand, gently, methodically... and she turns around and kisses him like he just gave her the biggest diamond ring a girl could ever ask for.

Roachito, Shortstick, and myself were all amazed at how Carly managed to force a woman into submission, slap her, beat her ass, and then come out on the other side as Don Juan. You get laid if you beat the shit out of a woman? I must have slept through that seminar. What the hell?

The adventures of Carly continue, and it gets worse. Way, way. Please read on if you dare to defile yourself.

It's hard to make out, but that's a handprint on this girl's ass. Carly considers it with a smug look, cackles, and leaves her there to recooperate.

Torpedo-titties at twelve o'clock!

Meanwhile, Jamie and his woman are having sex in the car. After this concludes she starts on about how she doesn't trust Carly and thinks he's, well, creepy. Hey what's wrong with her? Jamie, or also known as Jim, cuts her off by stating that she should be concentrating on him, not his blood-brother. "Remember me? Jim Marsh: your ever-loving, ever-ready, 100 percent American Stud."

Some time later, after the two Defilers have been introduced to the young lady who bought the apartment, they have a little conference about pulling a caper. Jamie thinks Carly's kidding when he suggests capturing somebody and holding them against their will completely. Jamie scoffs at the idea of kidnapping (the Feds'll get you, man). But soon enough, Carly has him convinced that the caper is just for kicks. Jamie, being a reasonable man, sees this as a perfectly suitable bypass for morality and decides to go along with the plan.

Carly's the only person I can think of that can smoke weed and still be able to serenely contemplate evil deeds.

Soon after their summit, Carly and Jamie invite the young woman to a "party." Thereafter, they take her to the love-dungeon, strip her down to her small clothes and jump on her like a pack of dingos.

Carly's father claims that when he was the same age as his son, he used to put a quart away every day. How refreshing. It isn't often anymore that you hear people bragging about their drinking problems.

During an interlude with Carly's parents, we find out that Carly's father is a strict bastard--- he might not be pyschotic like his son, but he's not a person we can identify with. I don't understand the effect of their parental dynamics on Carly though. His mother, the woman in his life, doesn't appear to be his largest dilemma, so why's Carly such a grandiose, full-blown woman-hater? Did he wish his mother would stick up for him more... it couldn't be. This entire scene is smothered in her sticking up for him. Perhaps Carly just wants to take his anger out on those weaker than himself. But whenever, whatever, that's a tangent-bo-bangent.

This is Carly at his Norman Bates-Best. Sipping tea and cunningly plotting his next ruse.

 

While not all the acting in the movie is high caliber, the actors playing Carly and Jamie do their jobs well. Byron Mabe, as Carly, puts all of the creepiness with a barrage of sinister facial expressions that make the character diabolically present on the screen. Kind of strange too that originally Mabe was just part of the film crew, who happened to step in after the first actor to play Carly got cold-feet.

Carly's gleeful reaction to the young woman trying to make her escape, but the door is locked and there's no way out.

Carly enjoys when other people make evil decisions.

At this point in the movie, Jamie makes a decision to go to the love-dungeon by himself and defile the young woman (his own chick wouldn't put out, you see). Carly gladly gives him the keys to his car, and smilingly wishes him well on his way.

The young woman plays oppossum while Jamie takes advantage of her. You don't ever see sex in this movie, per se, but you don't need to either. The point is made explictly.

Jamie has his fun, but now he begins to worry about keeping the girl any longer and he wants to know when they intend to turn her loose. Carly tells him that they'll let her go, but by his demeanor we understand that Carly has never had that intention.

They both return to the love-dungeon and Jamie recounts to the woman that the whole thing has just been an act, like in a movie or something. They are going to buy her a new dress and everything will return to normal, barring the fact that she's been raped again and again.

She's about to leave when Carly pushes her back on the bed and brandishes his leather belt.

We had a feeling things would go this way and now we have reached the lowliest point of the movie. Jamie holds the girl down while Carly wails on her butt with his belt. The whole time Jamie yells emphatically for Carly to stop, because I guess you can be spanked to death. New one on me.

Jamie's actually pleading here with Carly to stop the belting. I guess Jamie's arms and hands feel otherwise though.

By this time, Jamie has had enough with his best friend and lunges at him. A very uncoordinated fight ensues and Jamie ends up pushing Carly's head into a nail protruding out of the wall. And so ends Carl Walker Jr. Good riddance.

Carly's seen better times, but, I can't say that he didn't have it coming. A guy like this should be set free in enemy countries.

Although Carly dies in the end, you still can't shake the feeling that you just watched a movie that sided with him in some way. Sure, Jamie gets a conscience but that doesn't help the poor young woman that Carly apparently whips to death with his belt. All in all, this movie is a strange, strange ride, a masterpiece of smut. Take your brass balls and sense of humor along with you, or you won't make it to the end.